Loving My Brothers Best Friend · Y/n story by @Liviasetlle

The Gryffindor common room was a riot of noise and movement on the first night back. The air was thick with the smell of butterbeer and firewhisky, and a pulsating wireless tune fought to be heard over the shouting and laughter. Students from every house, stripped of their robes and in muggle jeans and jumpers, were a tangled, dancing mass.

Regulus Black

takes a slow sip from his bottle, his expression one of detached amusement I give it ten minutes before Rosier needs a mouth-scouring charm.

Pandora Rosier

Oh, let them be. It’s romantic. she sways slightly to the music, her eyes dreamy Can you feel the magic in the air? It’s all gold and fizzy tonight.

Your gaze drifted past them, past the swirl of bodies, to the heart of the chaos. There, on the low coffee table, James Potter and Sirius Black were in the middle of an exaggerated, perfectly synchronized dance, drawing cheers and claps. Remus Lupin watched from an armchair, a fond, tired smile on his face, while Peter Pettigrew whooped along.